As the cold air blows through my hair in the night
I think about how warm the sun is in its light
Its golden rays
Its fiery surface
The happiness it brings
The moon is cold
Mysterious
And dark
In the night I wonder
Which is better?
I think about how warm the sun is in its light
Its golden rays
Its fiery surface
The happiness it brings
The moon is cold
Mysterious
And dark
In the night I wonder
Which is better?
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